There are serious moments toward the end of the film, and the O. Henry twist is that they work better because the rest of the movie focuses on the hilarious interplay of the warped, mismatched characters, rather than getting bogged down by plot specifics.
Sitting down to watch Magic in the Moonlight, I’ve got my Woody Allen checklist ready: -Opening titles in white Windsor … More
Luc Besson’s Lucy is a movie so high off its own concept that stuff like internal logic and storytelling ends up in the backseat.
The filmmakers here tell us that it works, but that concept is the same as when your parents told you the iron was hot. You didn’t believe them until you burned your finger on it. The world-building of this movie is so lazy that anything built upon it cannot be of any substance, because the foundation is too weak.
The Rover is a long, ugly slog through blood, sweat and dust.
The textbook term for this type is “jukebox musical,” I know it as Let’s Take Existing Popular Songs and Wrench a Musical Out of Them. Whatever you call it, it operates under the same purpose as trying to fit a donut through a keyhole.
If life is made up of small moments, Ida is a full-length mirror.
To talk about the plot would be wasteful, because this movie is above the very idea of serious stakes. It’s not just a self-spoof, but a spoof of the entire culture behind the grinding out of episodic film franchises.